#26 – ‘Poetry in Motion’

Poetry in Motion

but poetry is too slow to catch the moment when a striker sprints onto a pass, looks one way to fake the goalie and slides the ball into the other corner of the net; or when a batsman sees the bouncer coming, leans back, and lifts his hands to crack the ball for six.

How odd, that combination of adrenalin and calm; Hector must have been like that when, in the noise of battle, he turned, and with a graceful sweep, crashed his sword into the neck of Patroclus.